Answer:
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
I'm the son of water but when I return to water I die. Who am I?
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?
What gets broken without being hold?
Gumby and yoga instructors have this in common.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.